Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Devil And Demon ❯ Joint Efforts ( Chapter 1 )

To Bombayoni: Thanks. I will try and weave in more background information while the story continues.

 

To Sandileina: Yeah, well, I really hope that I can at least come close to Madame Hydra's standards. My story will be far less dark though (I simply like Heero's inhuman perfection too much to portray him as someone who has no chance of matching Duo's evilness). And, anyways, as I wrote in my summary: the plot is just an excuse for writing some PWP BDSM-fantasies I've been playing with for quite some time now.

 

To Nita-sama: Big thanks! I hope you still like this chapter as much as the last one. Read and enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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IMPORTANT - what I forgot to mention the first time

 

Blood, semen and vaginal fluid are carriers of AIDS (not to mention several thousands of other diseases), so USE PROTECTION!!! For this story, I've got the excuse that the GW-boys know each other, know that they are negative. But that is NO EXCUSE in real life, especially when more than one partner is involved (not all at once, hentai!) and you haven't heard it from a doctor with your own ears that they are clean. Trust is good and all, but you're playing with your life and health there, so use condoms, dental dams, and all that other stuff that can make sex safe (not to mention that you won't get pregnant if you don't want to). There's enough information out on the net. Knock yourself out.

 

 

 

 

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Devil And Demon

 

 

Over the next few days, Wufei was slowly turning mad with curiosity. How had Maxwell and Yuy changed their behavior so completely, and how had they hidden those abilities from him during the war? But, to Wufei's lasting annoyance, their cover stories did not permit any contact outside the club; even the daily reports to Preventers were a risk, but an unavoidable one. And although there was not one evening that they did not visit the night club, he hadn't gotten a chance yet to ask them.

 

Focusing on the crowd, Wufei realized that the atmosphere had changed from when they had first entered the club. There were less moderate people now, a heavy tension of both sexual and predatory nature lining the air. And it had become fuller, hard to move around without stepping on someone's toes. No doubt that news of Maxwell's and Yuy's presence had gotten around and reached the ears of more serious players.

 

Momentarily catching a breath, Wufei watched from a small alcove as Yuy was talking to - no, more like seducing - a strong, short but muscular man. Judging by the pictures they had been shown during their more than short briefing, Wufei identified that man as Chad Brunswig, known as simply the Owner. This night-club belonged to him, and he seemed to have finally come out of his hole.

 

Now the game of cat and mouse could begin.

 

When an iron hand clamped down on his shoulder, fingers painfully digging into his muscles, he was startled badly. Turning around, he tried to see who had managed to sneak up behind him without his notice, but all attempts were averted by a male body pressing itself against him from behind and holding him deftly in place. Not Zechs because this attacker was smaller than him. Who else could have enough knowledge and strength to immobilize Wufei with a single move?

 

The husky, growling voice against his ear was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, freezing him in his spot while letting a cold shiver travel down his spine.

 

“My, my, what a pity that you are a top at the moment. Are you sure I can't convince you otherwise?”

 

Damn. He had wanted to talk to Maxwell, but not that way. Not while that predator was in control. And apparently, the predator had decided that Wufei was prey at the moment.

 

Trying to show his disinterest in the offer, he did not react to that seductive tone of voice or the close contact, but the Maxwell wasn't deterred by that. He had known that this strange person Maxwell had become would play his role to the t, and that had been the reason for his warning to Zechs. However; he should have heeded his own warnings. Now that the predator had sighted him, it would be very hard to avoid his dangerous fangs.

 

Wufei tried to keep calm, but he didn't succeed when a muscular arm slipped around his waist, tracing a line of cool fingers against warm skin. The hand freely running along his body pushed his vest out of the way to reveal his naked torso, distracting him, posing a strong contrast to the painful grip on his shoulder. Uncomfortable, he tried to wriggle out of the embrace, but all that got him was stinging fingernails raked down his exposed chest, almost drawing blood.

 

Between clenched teeth, Wufei pressed out: “What do you want?”, but even to him, it sounded pathetically weak and frightened. The predator behind him seemed to sense it, too, and a low chuckle vibrated against his back, so low that Wufei was the only one to be in hearing range.

 

“Why are you so afraid? Didn't Treize teach you to enjoy both sides?”

 

An ice-cold wave of apprehension washed down his spine. How had Maxwell known about his meetings with the general? How had he known what they had been doing? And how had he known about Treize's involvement in the scene at all?

 

Before he could react, a long, brown braid left a whip-mark next to the welts of fingernails on his chest. Swallowing a gasp, Wufei looked down to see why it had stung so badly. The end of the braid rested lightly against his stomach, and Wufei realized what had happened. Maxwell had somehow managed to weave iron spikes into his braid, and those had broken his skin in several places.

 

Hungry lips came around to lick the blood away while sharp teeth bit into his skin to cause more pain. When Wufei finally got a clear view of the face they belonged to, he almost recoiled in shock. Maxwell's normally immature and boyish features were twisted with sadistic pleasure, and his red lips were even darker because of Wufei's smeared blood.

 

And Maxwell's eyes, they were enjoying it, enjoying the taste of his blood, enjoying his uncomfortable squirming, enjoying the pain he inflicted. Wufei shivered again, involuntarily lowering his eyes, only to set them on Maxwell as soon as he realized what he was doing. At this moment, he couldn't afford taking any steps towards the submissive mindset that Treize had been teaching him, but Maxwell had caught the signs, and the mouth at his neck twisted into a predatory grin.

 

“Oh, I see. The general has done very well.”

 

Now a serious note entered Maxwell's voice, momentarily sobering a bit from his role of absolute dominance. He continued whispering into Wufei's ear so that no one would overhear.

 

“The rabbit has been baited and has invited Heero and me to join him tomorrow for a more private session. We can bring whomever we like for … entertainment. I will be distracting the rabbit and his friends with an excellent show while Heero is going to look for information. The only problem is that I need someone who can hold out until Heero is back.”

 

The ice in Wufei's stomach grew, and he had to swallow audibly. He knew what Maxwell was asking, suddenly not so sure anymore if he could pull that off. Wetting his lips, he tried to ignore the feeling of menace that came from the predator that had invaded his personal space.

 

“Why me? Wouldn't Yuy hold out much longer than me? I could look for information as well…”

 

A hard kiss with hungry teeth chewing painfully on his lower lip silenced him. He could taste his own blood on Maxwell's tongue, and the leather rubbed cruelly at his injured chest. Wufei was well aware of the fact that this was a battle he could not win, but out of some instinct, he kept struggling for control. Their tongues fought furiously for dominance - until Maxwell suddenly buried a fist deep in Wufei's open hair and pulled his head back- and downwards.

 

Wufei was so surprised that he didn't put up any resistance, loosing his balance. While he was busy trying not to topple over, Maxwell took the chance and unleashed a vicious onslaught of lips, tongue, and teeth. Wufei's spine was painfully bent backwards, and the broken skin on his chest sent out a burning protest at the mistreatment, distracting him for a split-second. But this moment was enough for Maxwell as he suddenly was in complete control of the kiss. He didn't let go until Wufei was already dizzy from lack of oxygen and struggling only weakly. Then the cruel mouth left, trailing a nipping and biting path to his ear.

 

“Afraid, Wufei? It would look a little bit strange when I brought a pet and then let it run freely while enjoying myself with somebody else, wouldn't it? Why I chose you? Zechs's got more training and more experience, but you were a Gundam pilot, and only the toughest of the tough become Gundam pilots. You are able to endure pain and torture, and I know your reactions. I won't lie to you. If you agree, you will be hurt. Seriously hurt. I will not cause any permanent harm to you, but it will definitely feel like it.

 

“I need somebody who is strong enough to last for however long it takes Yuy to finish his mission, and I don't want to take any risks with somebody I don't know well enough to walk that fine balance between bearable and too much. You were my first choice because I like it when my pets have spunk. If Treize hadn't gotten to you first, who knows what might have happened between us…”

 

Wufei looked up into those cruel, violet orbs hovering above him, and he realized that Maxwell knew exactly what he was doing to Wufei. There were certain reactions that Treize had instilled into him, and Maxwell was pushing each one of those buttons with a knowledge that was eerie.

 

Nervously licking his lips, Wufei fought to not slip into that mindset he had learned to adopt when faced with the right combination of pain and seduction. He forced out the next words, trying to sound strong enough that Maxwell considered him as an equal partner in this deal. Or at least not as prey to be devoured.

 

“Under one condition, Maxwell.”

 

The smirk over him widened considerably, showing even, white teeth for the flash of a moment before they descended to his chest once again. A steadily sinking feeling in his guts told Wufei that he had just gotten himself into a mess bigger than he could dig himself out of.

 

Wufei was still bent over backwards, and the only thing preventing him from crumbling onto the floor was Maxwell's arm that currently was not fisted in his hair. Even if he had wanted to he could not have looked down at his chest, so it came as a surprise when a hot, wet tongue suddenly delved into one of the stab wounds the iron spikes had left. Involuntarily, his stretched muscles twitched in a futile attempt to shrink back, but Maxwell's fingers dug into his back, forcing Wufei against the hungry mouth. This time though there were no teeth involved, only a hot, wet tongue and soft breath brushing over his skin, invoking small shivers of pain and pleasure that were precariously balanced.

 

He started panting, but his overstretched back denied him the sweetness of air filling his lungs completely, and soon, the burning lack of oxygen fluttered in his stomach, together with all the other sensations that Maxwell was causing. Wufei's need fore oxygen became one with the need called forth by Maxwell's touch, and he couldn't help but wriggle under the assault, trying to satisfy the quivering urgency coursing through his veins. Stars began to dance in his vision, and a certain light-headedness spread throughout his body, making the pleasure that much more intense.

 

He was trembling, shaking under Maxwell's inquisitive touches, trying to resist the heat rising in his groin, but too far gone to do anything but suffer. Jolts running through his body almost made him loose his mind, and it took him several seconds to realize that Maxwell must have found his nipples and bitten down on them. Struggling to get more air, to get more friction, to get away from Maxwell's skilled mouth, he didn't realize that the hand holding his head had abandoned its original place and had wandered down to his pants. But when he felt fingernails raking over the skintight leather clinging to his inner thighs, he couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

 

Maxwell's hand wandered upwards, raking, tweezing, pinching his increasingly sensitive skin until he felt as if he was on fire. Gradually sinking deeper into submission, his resistance to Maxwell's advances lessened considerably as he was getting more and more light-headed.

 

The point came when Wufei didn't care anymore about his precious balance; he let Maxwell's arm support him completely, concentrating on getting the hand to where he needed its touch the most, on the erection straining against painfully tight pants. Wufei's own hands were mindlessly wandering around, shaking, trembling from lack of oxygen, but they didn't encounter any relief.

 

Then, suddenly, Maxwell left, the lack of supporting arm making him crash to the floor, the lack of hot mouth and teasing hand making him moan in disappointment. Some instinct buried deep within his human brain made him roll over onto his side to make it easier for his deprived lungs to draw in precious oxygen.

 

For quite some time, he wasn't able to do anything but pant harshly and wait for the stars in front of his eyes to retreat. When he had finally gathered enough strength to slowly lever his upper body into a sitting position, his burning hot arousal had ebbed away somewhat to a dull, heated throb that was hard to control, but not impossibly so. The headache from where his head had impacted with the floor gave him a focus against the wild pleasure still coursing through his veins, and he managed to lift his eyes to a grinning Maxwell staring down at him.

 

Wufei felt unprotected and vulnerable under the malicious glare, and it took all of his self-control to not shrink back from the predator looming over him. But on the other hand, he could not have moved even if he had wanted to, because those malevolent eyes transfixed him, held him in place, had him almost hypnotized, like a rabbit snared by a snake.

 

With a start, Wufei realized how far he had drifted into submission when Maxwell purred languidly.

 

“What condition?”

 

Only then did he remember why they were there, remember that Duo Maxwell was a fellow Gundam pilot, and, most importantly, remember that he was supposed to talk with Maxwell. But fear was clutching his throat, and he saw that Maxwell delighted in it. Who the hell was that new Maxwell, that graceful, strangely silent, powerful predator? How had Maxwell maneuvered him into the submission he had sworn never to give again?

 

A few touches in the right places practically had him begging for more, and he didn't know how long he could resist the temptation, the promise of not having to worry, the elated feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. The infinite, unquestionable trust that wove the special bond between Master and Slave.

 

How long could he resist the feeling of absolute control that Maxwell exuded?

 

Swallowing hard, he returned his mind on an answer to the question. Barely remembering that there were other people, he omitted all names.

 

“Both of you have to tell me how you became this way. I want to know who you are and why. Tomorrow.”

 

Wufei had to look down to the floor while talking, but now, he met Maxwell's eyes squarely to see how he reacted. He had his whole attention focused on those hungry, deprived, violet orbs so that he was completely taken by surprise when two steely arms wrapped around him from behind and hands started tracing the fresh wounds on his exposed chest. Wufei stiffened at the unwelcome contact, but before he could say anything, a finger brushed over a highly sensitive nipple, and what he wanted to say became swallowed in a choked moan. His barely suppressed arousal became a burning need once again under the skillful hands running along his torso, and finally, he recognized the person they belonged to.

 

Heero Yuy. The Perfect Soldier turned into Seduction Incarnate.

 

When had Maxwell moved them so far from the small alcove that they had left the partial cover it had provided? And how had he detected neither Yuy nor Maxwell sneaking up on him?

 

Unconsciously, he moved into the pleasure those nimble hands provided. Wufei was so terribly confused and frustrated because nothing made sense anymore. Why was he sitting on the floor, letting Yuy do with his body whatever he wanted? Why couldn't he stand up to them? Why did they have to make him feel so helpless?

 

He had thought he knew the stoic, machine-like, precise pilot 01 and the joking, babbling, exuberant jester 02, but those two were so different.

 

Wufei desperately longed for understanding, but those busy hands didn't let him gather any coherent thoughts. His hair was brushed away, leaving his throat bare, and soft lips and hard teeth were nipping along the tender skin there. They got more aggressive, until the mouth was almost chewing his flesh, sending jolts of pain into the burning flames of pleasure dancing in his lower half. An especially vicious bite made him suck in his breath sharply as he felt his skin break under the assault.

 

As if he had been hypnotized, Wufei's confused eyes had never left Maxwell's cruel ones, and he was ensnared by Maxwell studying him. At first, Maxwell had looked angry that somebody had touched his prey, but then, a smirk had stolen itself onto his lips, and he leaned against the table behind him, deceptively relaxed.

 

Wufei though saw the strong chords of muscle and sinew playing beneath that black skin and wondered when the sleek predator would pounce on him and finish the kill. The hunger in Maxwell's eyes mirrored the hungry mouth feeding on his neck, and he saw a slender tongue darting out and licking over well-formed canines that were glittering wetly in the darkness.

 

This action alone made a hot shiver run down his spine, and he was not surprised when Maxwell finally reached down and grabbed Yuy, who was still feeding on Wufei's skin, by his neck. It must have been quite a painful grip, but Yuy's only reaction was that his teeth stilled and an imperceptibly small tremor running through his body.

 

Maxwell's face drew closer until Wufei could feel both of their breaths on his skin, and then Maxwell growled possessively:

 

“Mine.”

 

He must have twisted Yuy's neck quite a bit, because his teeth withdrew from the wound and a small hitch of breath was heard. Despite his misgivings, the closeness of the two predators made Wufei tremble in need and anticipation, and the vibrations of their voices against his skin let the heat burst into flames.

 

“I will take him with me tomorrow, so you can't have him. He is mine, and I will show you what happens to people who touch my things.”

 

Closing the short distance, Maxwell leaned over Wufei's shoulder to plant a hungry kiss against Yuy' mouth that was still smeared with blood. Suddenly anxious to get away, Wufei tried to wriggle out from between the two predators, but Maxwell caught his wrist painfully tight.

 

“Not so fast. We have not finished our talk yet, have we? I agree to your conditions. And now, I think, it would be a good time to give or watchful Mr. Chad Brunswig a small taste what we are capable of…”

 

Surprised, Wufei looked around, and sure enough, Chad Brunswig, more widely known as the Owner, was watching the whole scene with an amused expression. Wufei felt very uncomfortable under the stare, so he renewed his struggles to get away, but Maxwell seemed to have anticipated the move and caught him with ease. Now it was Maxwell who was licking up the blood from his neck-wound, and being sandwiched between the two muscled, warm bodies only heightened the sensation.

 

Suddenly, Yuy hissed in pain, and a smirk spread over Maxwell's features. In his haze, Wufei almost hadn't caught what was happening, but Maxwell must have said something to Yuy because his eyes widened a fraction, and a slight, calculating gleam started dancing in them.

 

Wufei caught Yuy's almost inaudible reply though, and the cool, distanced, hungry, craving voice raked over his nerves.

 

“Good thing that I possess accelerated healing capabilities. They will never suspect me tomorrow. Do your best - … - Master.”

 

The last bit was added after some thought, and Yuy was leering up at Maxwell through his eyelashes. Wufei was still trapped in between his two friends, but they seemed to have forgotten him, leaving him to watch their surroundings. A whole ring of people had formed around their forms on the floor, and they stared lewdly and lecherously enough to make him swallow harshly. The Owner was in the first row and smirking slightly, obviously anticipating a good show, but Wufei's view was suddenly interrupted when Yuy spun him around and made him thump with his back onto the floor.

 

Dizzily, Wufei blinked up and saw that Yuy was practically crawling onto him with a seductive slink of his hips. Wufei's arms were pinned to the floor by Yuy's, and his legs were immobilized by Yuy sitting, or better, kneeling on them. Nervously, he licked his lips and was well aware of the fact that Yuy had just rendered him utterly helpless.

 

Yuy's face was hovering a foot over Wufei's head, his unruly hair tinting his eyes in even deeper shadows, but the icy blue of their irises seemed to glow on its own, staring down at Wufei full of …

 

Hunger?

 

Anticipation?

 

Dread?

 

One thing was for sure: Wufei had never seen the Perfect Soldier display emotions like those, and thus they were utterly foreign to him, unreadable. Yuy's eyes were fastened on Wufei's, so only his peripheral vision told him what Maxwell was doing. A metallic gleam next to Yuy's head made Wufei swallow and hope that it wasn't what he thought it was. But his suspicions proved true when Maxwell clearly showed him a large, sharp knife so that Yuy couldn't see.

 

Yuy merely smirked at the wide-eyed expression of the pilot beneath him and prepared for what was coming. It was what he had been waiting for, what he had been looking forward to. What he had been craving.

 

The pilot of Wing Zero felt a sharp, cold blade teasing his neck without breaking the skin, and a shiver ran through his body. Slowly, endorphins began to flow as the blade danced lower to his leather vest, the pressure intensifying with each passing inch until it stopped right above the waistband of his pants. Strong hands gripped his cut leather vest, and with a ripping sound, it was torn off. Yuy was still watching the pilot squirming beneath his body, amused at how uncomfortable Chang was.

 

Yuy's blue silk shirt parted like water under the knife, and he felt its tip leave a shallow red line in its wake, hissing slightly when further cuts were added. After some more swipes with the knife, his shirt was gone, and he saw Chang swallow in fear, but his coal black eyes never left Yuy's. There were so many emotions playing and struggling in their onyx depths that Yuy was completely fascinated by them, not even feeling the blood trickling down his skin from a shallow cut on his arm.

 

He did register the following strike to his back though, and his hands reflexively tightened around the Chang's wiry wrists. Maxwell must have used a riding crop, because no other instrument caused this kind of stinging burn.

 

Slowly, the burn spread lower as more and more whip marks appeared on his skin. He had to admire Maxwell's skills once again, because all those marks were placed neatly next to each other, running down his back in parallel lines.

 

Chang's eyes beneath him were comically wide, and he had to smirk. In them, he could see Maxwell's reflection and always knew what he was doing, so he could prepare. The sting of the riding crop became harsher as Maxwell was now crossing his previous marks and using more force. Yuy was beginning to grit his teeth at the pain, but he knew he was still very far from reaching his limit - and he knew that Maxwell knew.

 

Endorphines were slowly taking hold of his body, transmuting pain into a feeling that could become pleasure if he let it consume his mind. But he wouldn't do anything along those lines. If he ascended too quickly on the spiral of arousal, Maxwell would not be happy. And neither would the onlookers if the show was over too quickly. And anyways, it was more fun if Maxwell had to fight for every inch.

 

When the riding crop finally ceased, the ex-Gundam pilot knew that his whole back was covered in a grid of welts and lathered with a soft sheen of blood.

 

Minimal damage, maximal effect. Maxwell was indeed very well-versed in his craft.

 

Suddenly, he felt Maxwell kneel down beside him and felt something powdery, light being sprinkled over his raw back. At first, he couldn't guess at what it was, but when Maxwell's skilled hands started to massage it into his wounds, he knew. He arched his back and hissed in pain when sharp salt crystals were mercilessly rubbed into his open flesh, and he felt the sexual tension in the room rise with his display of agony. They had the crowd thoroughly hooked, and soon, he would be allowed to loose himself to pleasure. For now though, he had to endure.

 

When Maxwell was done with his massage, he held out his bloodied hands for Chang to lick. Yuy watched in amusement how the pilot's widened eyes changed to disgust at the sight of the blood, and then to surprise at a forced taste. A shiver ran through Chang's body as he licked Maxwell's hand clean, and as soon as Maxwell drew his hand away, Heero bent down to kiss Wufei hungrily. He could taste his own life essence on those bloodied lips, and a small moan escaped his throat.

 

This moan of pleasure soon turned into a moan of pain when a hungry tongue feasted on his raw back. Its hot roughness sent spikes of agony straight into his brain, where they were immediately turned into streaks of fire that were starting to pool his groin. He was panting from the heat flashing through his body, and the sight of a flushed face beneath him was very arousing.

 

Maxwell's tongue was following the small rivulets of blood that had been spreading from his back. It had run down his sides until it collected at his waist and then dropped down onto the black-haired ex-pilot underneath him. And Maxwell was licking it up. Every drop of it. He was following its trail like a cat, until he was wedged between Heero and Wufei. Maxwell pounced on Wufei's mouth, kissing him senseless, all the while wriggling between them in a tantalizing manner.

 

Then, he vanished again, leaving both of them highly aroused, pupils dilated to the extreme, bodies tense from the crackling pleasure burning through their veins.

 

Wufei looked up into an intense pair of blue eyes, shivering at the lust he saw in them. He was completely helpless because Yuy's iron grip did not waver. And to his shame, he had to admit that being rendered helpless by his fellow ex-pilot turned him on. Very much so.

 

Well, tomorrow, he could show just how much being helpless he could endure. He was sure that Maxwell would force him to his limits - and further if that wasn't enough. Tomorrow, the crop would dance on his flesh, not on Yuy's. And tomorrow, he would not have Yuy's body blocking at least part of the view of Maxwell.

 

He would have to face Maxwell's expression, and it was one he didn't like at all. The few glimpses of Maxwell's face he had snatched today had shown him that he thoroughly enjoyed seeing Yuy in pain. It was almost the glee-full expression of Shinigami when he hacked Oz-suits in two, but there was a darker undercurrent, a deep-rooted lust that delighted in the suffering of others. And he would have to bear the full brunt of it.

 

Then, suddenly, Yuy was gone, and Wufei was free. Sitting up, he carefully massaged his wrists because they hurt after Yuy's steel-like grip. It was a wonder that Yuy had not done any lasting damage to his bones; Wufei did not know if he could have restrained himself so much in the throes of pain and pleasure.

 

Looking around, he noticed the crowd that had gathered and was watching the spectacle.

 

Correction.

 

They were watching him.

 

And a moment later, he realized why they were watching him. His arms were suddenly forced onto his back, and he was maneuvered into a half kneeling, half sitting position, hot breath traveling along his neck, a warm body pressed against him.

 

He heard the sharp whistle of the riding crop cutting through the air once again, and this time, he felt its impact on Yuy's frame even more because they were pressed up against each other. Yuy's pained breath rushed past his ear, tickling him, making him flush with the heat. A hand, the one that was not holding his arms locked behind his back, braced them against the floor.

 

He could feel Yuy's head as it was resting on his shoulder, the face buried in the small crook where neck met shoulder. Yuy's breath was raking hotly against his skin, quivering painfully with every blow hitting his back, and his tongue was licking insistently against the already prominent bite-mark on Wufei's neck. Without forewarning, Yuy's teeth clamped down when an especially vicious stroke rocked his body, and Wufei could feel him groaning against his skin, the vibrations making waves of heat flash through his body, collecting behind painfully tight pants.

 

Yuy apparently was as aroused as Wufei, because he could feel a strong hardness pressing against his back. Experimentally, he rolled his hips back just a little when one of Maxwell's strikes came down, and he was rewarded with a louder moan rippling across his skin as he had rubbed right against Yuy's straining cock.

 

For Wufei, the whole world dimmed at that point, his awareness being reduced to his body, the hot mouth feeding on his neck, and the vibrating warmth that trembled slightly with every lash of the riding crop. Wufei kept rocking back and forth as far as the hands holding him permitted, timing his thrusts with the crop. He could feel that the body leaning over him was coming closer and closer to the edge; the breath caressing his skin was harsh, trembling; the mouth moaning against his neck was growing relentless, and small quivers shook the whole body weighing down on him.

 

Wufei's sightless eyes stared ahead of him, never seeing anything, his mouth gaping for breath to cool the flames dancing within him.

 

In vain.

 

The grip around his wrists became tighter until it almost shook with exertion, and the body behind him was now so tense that it had rock-like qualities, only some slight tremors rippling through it belying that it was still alive. The teeth buried in his skin were clenching harder, drawing fresh blood. Wufei's pain arose with new vigor, but by now, all strong stimulus was being turned into pleasure.

 

A couple more hits later, and the body on top of him convulsed painfully after finally having been pushed over the edge. The breath was hitching for a moment, then rushing out in a steaming hot blast of air, the hold on Wufei tightening until he thought he couldn't take it anymore.

 

Then, the body went limp, leaving Wufei hovering on the brink of insanity, denied the last step on the ascension to orgasm.

 

The weight from his back was lifted away, and he groaned pitifully at the sudden loss of heat.

 

Strong arms hoisted him up until he was looking into two violet pools of sadism. The smirk beneath them grew wider, making an icy shiver run down his back.

 

Then, the cool, almost whispering voice froze him in his place.

 

“You enjoyed that, didn't you? I never thought you were one to get off from being restrained. But that will make things easier tomorrow.”

 

And he added louder for everybody to hear. “I think I like you. You have the honor of being my pet for tomorrow night. I will come and get you...”

 

His face contorted into a frightening leer when he came so close that Wufei could actually count the lashes on Maxwell's eyelids.

 

“… and don't think of hiding from me. I will find you anywhere.”

 

Then, he turned around and stalked away, leaving Wufei completely shaken up.

 

Behind him, Wufei heard Yuy slowly getting up, the only sign of him being injured the small, almost inaudible pants.

 

When Wufei turned around, catching sight of Yuy, he drew his breath in sharply. With all the blood oozing from his wounds, Yuy looked like death warmed over, and his back was a single piece of raw meat.

 

The Owner approached him, slamming a hand on Yuy's shoulder. It must have been painful, but Yuy didn't flinch.

 

“Aah, that was one of the best shows I have seen for a long time. Say, that must have hurt like hell. The Devil always plans his strikes to cause maximal pain with minimal effort. He hates wasting anything. I have met him once about three years ago, when he was still more active. He has quite an interesting view of life. But, say, you also look familiar to me. Have we met before?”

 

“I doubt it.”

 

“Well, anyways, the three of you make quite a team, I must say. I think you had the whole room watching.”

 

Yuy's nonchalant smirk glinted dangerously. “It's good to know we've not lost our touch completely. But he still has some way to go,” Yuy motioned towards Wufei, “Fire died before his `little Dragon' had been completely trained. But I think the Devil is trying to remedy that.”

 

“What? He has been one of Fire's students?”

 

“One of his best. Really a pity that Fire is dead now. He was an excellent top. I had the honor of working with him several times, and he was very skilled. Not as inventive as Devil though.”

 

“You have been with Fire? I have heard of a sub that was the exact opposite of Fire. Are you Ice?”

 

Yuy shook his head. “Ice was another one of his pupils. I think I have even seen him here.”

 

“Yes, that's right. Your eyes might be cold, but Ice is supposed to have long, blond hair. Oh, now I know where I know you from. Devil and Demon. The duo from hell.”

 

“You have heard of us?”

 

“Who has not heard of Devil and Demon? You've got quite a name in the scene.”

 

“Although it has been a full two years?”

 

“Hell, even Fire lives on although he has been dead for close to 4 years now.”

 

What the fuck?

 

Wufei did not believe his ears. Yuy having a normal conversation? And all the codenames…

 

Apparently, Treize was known as Fire, and Zechs as Ice. But Yuy having his own name? Devil and Demon, the `duo from hell'?

 

Yes, Treize had often called him his `little dragon', but how did Yuy know?

 

This masquerade must have gone on for a much longer time than he had originally suspected. The questions he would ask that pair would be plenty.

 

“Seems that you didn't heed your own advice…”

 

Wufei did not need to turn around to know it was Zechs speaking. He'd have to have a serious word with his long-time partner. Why had that cross-dressing traitor never said anything about his involvement in the scene?

 

“Tell me, are you looking for Fire to warm your icy hide,” Wufei asked full of caustic sarcasm.

 

Long arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, and a head full of long, blond hair teasingly came to rest against his neck, whispering into his ear.

 

“I have to admit that I do miss my Fire. But at the moment, you look quite hot yourself. Maybe you could help me warm my icy hide.”

 

Wufei realized that he was still more than aroused, and the long, pale fingers dancing expertly over his skin didn't make it any easier. With a trembling voice, he asked. “Why?”

 

He didn't have to explain himself any further because Zechs knew what he was talking about. “I was not allowed to tell you anything because Fire wanted to keep you for himself until you were ready for this. And later, it just never came up.”

 

“How long have you known?”

 

“About two months before he died, he thought me ready. He introduced me to a few select people, and we spent several nights at private parties and in club like this one. It was a shock for me to see how well-known Fire was. I listened around a bit and I found out that he was an excellent teacher who trained only the best tops and bottoms. It is an honor to be considered one of Fire's students. When their training was over, he let them go find their own way through the scene as they knew exactly what they wanted and were capable of. And I know exactly what I want right now.”

 

Fingers danced around his groin suggestively, and a tongue cleaned the blood away that was still sluggishly oozing out of the bite mark Yuy had left on his neck. Wufei was too far gone under the skillful ministrations to resist, so he gave in to his need.

 

With a vicious growl, he hooked his arm around Zechs' waist and dragged him out of the main room to one of the adjacent chambers that were provided for exactly that reason. The floor was laid out with a thick carpet, and soft pillows lined the walls. But he didn't need any comforts.

 

He made Zechs trip and tumbled together with him to the ground. Not bothering to be gentle, he ripped at his own blood-soaked clothes, and he almost tore them to shreds in his haste to get them off. He was just glad that Yuy's enhanced immune system killed any pathogens, even the most dangerous ones, so there was no risk of transmitting blood-related diseases.

 

Then, he busied himself with undressing Zechs.

 

He found out that opening a blouse was a very tricky task to do while being distracted by nimble fingers and a hot tongue laving his skin. Wufei cursed himself that he had not looked where he went because this room was completely bare of any restraints and Zechs was squirming so much that it was practically impossible to get a tight grip on him. In his frustration, Wufei ripped his own bloodied shirt into thin stripes that he used for knotting his sinewy wrists together. That was a feat on its own, and when he had Zechs finally trussed up and naked on the floor before him, he was panting from exertion. The sweat running down his neck and his chest burned in his open wounds, but the stinging pain made him even harder.

 

Growling ferally, he pounced on Zechs, nipping savagely at his skin. Need urged him on, and soon, he was licking tense balls, starting to moisten straining flesh. The small moans from the body beneath him told him just how much his ministrations were enjoyed, and the head thrown back in ecstasy brought a smirk onto his lips. Then, he left the body completely, watching the reaction.

 

Closed eyes opened and stared at him accusingly, silently begging for satisfaction. A shiver ran over pale skin when he smeared the remains of his blood across Zechs' chest, giving him a sample of it on his finger. Wufei watched as his bloodied digit vanished in a hungry mouth and was cleaned thoroughly by a hot, wet tongue.

 

The icy blue eyes rolled up in pleasure, and Wufei decided it was time. When he extracted his finger form the eager cavern, he gave a single command. “Clean me.”

 

A hot, red tongue immediately busied itself with licking the already drying blood from his chest, and Zechs' breath ran in tingling waves over his skin. Before the moisture could evaporate, Wufei pressed his wet digit against a tight entrance, being rewarded with a moan that sent shivers down his spine. The whole body beneath him was taut with pleasure, the hips rocking slightly to ease the tension.

 

Wufei's finger pressed in further, entering a slick, hot tunnel that clamped around the intruder with an almost painful tightness, but relaxed immediately afterwards. Apparently, Zechs had already prepared for the chance of getting laid tonight. Well, all the better.

 

Smirking, he stilled and waited. Oh yes, despite his arousal, he could wait for a very long time if he had to. He enjoyed the mouth sucking at his bloodied nipples while he waited. Soon there was no drop of the crimson liquid left anymore, and the terribly tense body whispered pleadingly. “More … please …”

 

To accentuate its desperate need, the body rocked back onto his finger penetrating it. Or at least, Zechs tried to. Wufei moved together with him, denying the blond all friction. The following moan was pitiful, but Wufei shook his head, amused at the blond's antics.

 

Instead his free hand started crawling around the erect shaft, though never touching it. He was teasing the tense body beneath him, grazing the skin oh so very lightly before moving on to another spot. The rocking and trembling grew more violent, seeking friction with a single-mindedness that came from a writhing state beyond all conscious thought. But Wufei always moved together with the body, preventing any kind of satisfaction.

 

Finally, Zechs went limp, very frustrated, having given up any attempts of urging Wufei on. Only his heaving chest was working when he sent a betrayed look at Wufei.

 

That was the exact moment he had been waiting for.

 

Swiftly, he withdrew his finger from the now completely relaxed passage and entered with his cock in a long stroke before Zechs could react. The sudden intake of breath brought a grin to his lips, and the reflexive tightening of the muscles teased a groan from his chest. But he did not give Zechs any time to think about it as he immediately set up an irregular pace. All of Zechs' hopes of matching or meeting his thrusts were erased, so the blond was forced to stay still and guess when Wufei would strike next, the anticipation sweetening every thrust until they became unbearable.

 

Wufei was constantly fighting to not let his body slip into a steady rhythm, and more than once, he had to force himself to break out of a set pace, drawing a moan from both his and Zechs' throats when the expected friction did not come.

 

Soon, he was so far gone that everything remaining was the heat he was pounding into and the sweaty flesh beneath his palms. Instinctively, his mouth was looking for something, but he did not know what it was until his teeth clamped around a hardened nub and bit down. That tore a cry from the body beneath him, and when he bit down on the other nipple, the body exploded.

 

Its hips arched up to meet a last thrust, the formerly relaxed tunnel tightening in ripples around his shaft, fingernails digging into his back. Wufei could not hold back any longer, and with a cry of his own, he was flung into an abyss of pleasure.

 

 

 

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A/N:

Well, the more often I read through my chapter, the more varied my opinions get. I would be grateful if someone could volunteer for beta-reader, especially to catch all the spots where I'm not sure of my wording (and the thousands more where my formulations sound stiff, wrong, or whatever). And only feedback can tell me where to improve my writing, so please hit that button and tell me what you think of this so far.

 

Sakiku